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It was a bold beginning, but all beginners are daring, if not presumptuous. Hector's aim was to embody an ideal of check, of rousing, of revival, of new energy and fresh start. All that evening he wrote with running pen, forgot the dinner-bell after its first summons, and went on until Annie knocked at his door, dispatched to summon him to the meal.
"Your affectionate niece, "MONICA ELLERWOOD." Which epistle jarred upon Hector's mother when she read it over coffee at her solitary dinner on the following night. "Poor dear Monica!" she said to herself. "I wonder where she got this strain from her father's family, I suppose I wish she would not be so bald." Then she sat down and wrote to her son she was not even going to the opera that night.
While Achilles slept, Hermes came to Priam to warn him of his danger if he were found in the Greek host. Hastily harnessing the chariot, he led him back safely to Troy, where the body was laid upon a bed in Hector's palace. The laments which follow are of great beauty. Andromache bewailed her widowhood, Hecuba her dearest son; Helen's lament is a masterpiece.
She felt her hatred of him increasing to disgust; for she excused and pardoned her lover, and she blamed her husband alone. Whose idea was this marriage? His. Who had awakened Hector's hopes, and encouraged them? He, always he. While he had been harmless, she had been able to pardon him for having married her; she had compelled herself to bear him, to feign a love quite foreign to her heart.
"The ball of pleasure. Each hand must grasp it everyone must be happy. That is the Hector's aim and mine." "I think it is your aim not only to-day, but every day." "Yes, if I can manage it. I can't always." "You could always make me very happy." Beatrice turned her eyes and looked at him. Her look made him blush. "You are mistaken when you say that," she responded, in a grave tone.
When he returned they went back again, and lay down near the fire, with their noses on their paws, and ears erect, showing that they were wide awake. At length Loraine awoke, and insisted on Hector's lying down, who, before he did so, mentioned the ideas which had occurred to him. "Never mind now what you think, but go to sleep," said Loraine. "I'll keep a bright look-out; depend upon that."
The Indians have some name for it which I have forgotten, but it means, I have been told, "Witch Island." Hector's plan met with general approbation, and they resolved to take provisions with them for several days, and visit the islands and go up the river, passing the night under the shelter of the thick trees on the shore wherever they found a pleasant halting-place.
You can do that now with all your articles in his paper, which is pure unadulterated Left. We are all of us in the Opposition. Felicien was tactful enough not to compromise your future opinions. Hector's shop is Right Centre; you might sign your work on it with an L. If you cut a man up, you do it anonymously; if you praise him, it is just as well to put your name to your article."
And she spake again to her fair-haired maidens: "Surely, that was the cry of Hector's noble mother! Some terrible thing must have befallen my godlike husband! Come, then, follow me, that I may learn what has happened; I greatly fear that he has been cut off from the city by Achilles; for he would never retreat among the throng, or yield to any man, in his high courage."
But there was something strange going on; for a stream, which came dashing over the side of the wooden spout, was flowing all round Hector's bed, and then away he knew not whither. Another strange thing was, that in the further wall was a door which was new to him.
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